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Monday, February 04, 2008

Sappy Little Poem

This poem is one of those sappy things that has made it's way through the Internet, but I thought this one was a little better than most...

A minister passing through hischurch in the middle of the day,Decided to pause by the altarand see who had come to pray.Just then the back door opened,a man came down the aisle,The minister frowned as he saw the manhadn't shaved in a while.His shirt was kinda shabby andhis coat was worn and frayed.The man knelt, he bowed his head,then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,each noon time came this chap, Each time heknelt just for a moment,a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,with robbery a main fear,He decided to stop the man and ask him,"What are you doing here?"The old man, he worked down the road.Lunch was half an hour.Lunchtime was his prayer time,for finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,because the factory is so far away;As I kneel here talking to the Lord,this is kinda what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'SFRIENDSHIPAND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN."

The minister feeling foolish,told Jim, that was fine.He told the man he was welcome to comeand pray just anytime.Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the alter,he'd never done it before.His cold heart melted, warmed with love,and met with Jesus there.As the tears flowed, in his heart,he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'SFRIENDSHIPAND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN."

Past noon one day, the minister noticedthat old Jim hadn't come.As more days passed without Jim,he began to worry some.At the factory, he asked about him,learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried,but he'd given them a thrill.The week that Jim was with them,brought changes in the ward.His smiles, a joy contagious.Changed people, were his reward.The head nurse couldn't understandwhy Jim was so glad,When no flowers, calls or cards came,not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,he voiced the nurse's concern:No friends came to show they cared.He had nowhere to turn.Looking surprised, old Jim spoke upand with a winsome smile;"The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,that in here all the while

Everyday at noon He's here,a dear friend of mine, you see,He sits right down, takes my hand,leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN."